Of My Moleskine Notebook

SPM is just around the corner in my face; but all I can do is zoom out on my iTunes, jogging, watching French movies on the pretext of ’studying’, pampering myself with scrubs and rubs; and spending too much time following my mum around town looking at stuff in supermarkets.

The picture is a basket Azlan and I shared when we were in Mercato a month back; when he was accompanying me in Bukit Bintang while we waited for my mum.

Simple pictorial reason to why in a decade to come, the faggot and I should up our sticks, get married and move to Pahang where we shall have kids by artificial insemination.

I seriously think I should stop listening to this depressing Japanese shakuhachi music.

EXCUSES COME FIRST

I don’t know if it’s just this way for me now; but writing is slowly becoming one of the most onerous of things to do.

My journal was updated a month ago; even then it was just a page; a triumph I must say compared to the many half a strewn entries before.  And this blog. Yes well, this blog upholds to the highest standards of procrastination and/or lack of mental stimulation.

I could’ve written about the elections. Like every other person in Malaysia. I could’ve lamented about state education/taxation laws/price of egg/chicken/rice/wheat/petrol. Like every other socio-economically-conscious person out there. I could’ve written about a boy or man or girl I had a crush on. Impossible because the act of limerence for either three being non-existent.

Or I could’ve kept writing regardless of those issues at hand, and just bore you all about my life.  This is where I come into a dilemma. See, I don’t want to write to you what I bought today. Or what I did last Sunday, or what I ate or my current bowel movements.

Of course; there is one thing I could write about. That is my thoughts on things, cultural or otherwise. Philosophy; of bright bursting epiphanies.

Problem is, for the past few months or so; I’ve not had any.

Or if I have I might’ve forgotten it. Though I don’t fully know that do I? As nothing is recorded. Haha!

SEVEN MONTHS IN PARAGRAPHS

Well, quite a lot has happened since January. And some are more surprising than others.

For one, I can no longer say that I live a sedentary lifestyle. I started rugby training earlier on this year, and though I’ve stopped now to make way for the exams, I still play rugby (though not seriously) a few times a week with a few girls and guys at the park nearby my school. Three times a week I’ll attempt to do a half-arsed jog/walk/amble/death-walk in the afternoon. Though I’ve been doing this for nearly two years now, I never ventured anywhere further than USJ 2; good days now will see walking to the running track at MPSJ.

I did the whole cross-country she-bang, and actually took part during Sport’s Day in my school; and I actually won my first track-related medal. It was really ad-hoc; as I only found out I’d be doing the 800m run at midnight the night before; and well, it’s rather silly as there were only three teams participating; but who cares right? =P

This year also involved a lot of learning how to work with people. My school’s Interact Club had it’s biggest (most troublesome, most mafan se-mafan mafannya) International Understanding Day event in April. It took three months to be approved, two weeks to finalize, one day to cancel, and twelve hours to win back after calling parents and Hannah Yeoh and all the she-bang. It pulled through, and it was an experience to remember.

It’s rather sweet when I google “Interartact” and get these posts of people who enjoyed the fact we served sushi on that day. And people who took photos of themselves and their friends buying cupcakes and t-shirts enjoying themselves. It’s also rather cool seeing the t-shirt labels saying good stuff about it, though in my low and embittered moments it’s rather depressing how under-appreciated the event was by the admin and how the t-shirt labels don’t know of my existence; despite chairing the whole thing. Heh. Oh well. No regrets. Just wished I relaxed more and took some pics and let things turn chaotic rather than run around in my best shoes trying to get things under control. Lol.

I will be giving away my post at the end of this month, ending my term as being President. I feel a passing sadness, but also a deep, heaving sense of relief. Of course there are things I wish I could’ve done, could’ve tackled, could’ve made happen; but all in all, I’m actually content. It’s been an enriching 5 years, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to make it to the top.

And oh, I turned seventeen. =)